Of course, age is very different now to 50 or even 30 years ago. In my memory my grandparents were always 'old' when in actual fact they were only about 10 years older than I am now when I was born! Like most people nowadays I have no intention of being 'old' until I'm at least 102, and my mum is a great example of this. She continued working in the classroom until she was nearly 70; at 73 she still has an active social life; and she has done more travelling in recent years than in the decades before.
Our childhood holidays in the '70s and '80s were to various points of the UK mainly, with occasional ferry journeys to relatives in Holland, and to points in Germany, France and Belgium. But as air travel became more accessible, Mummy and I ventured first to Switzerland (so beautiful in June), and continued holidaying together throughout Europe. When I first had a 'proper' job with a ridiculous salary (headhunting, ghastly, lasted a couple of years but enjoyed the perks!), I was able to take her to Egypt, a longheld dream of hers.
Age UK travel insurance, which for total piece of mind has been worth its weight in gold. With no upper age limit, I don't think my mum will be cancelling her policy, or curtailing her travels, any time soon! I'm kind of hoping Ibiza and Chico don't feature too much in future though...
It certainly looks like growing old disgracefully is the way to go. And to be perfectly honest, that ain't a bad example to follow!
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.